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Monday, March 23, 2015

We all get complacent at times, comfortable in our situation no matter how unhappy it makes us merely because we are afraid of the unknown. But life isn't about being comfortable, it is about experiences...getting out there and really living!

I'm not going to lie, the start of 2015 for me was pretty shitty. Without getting too personal I'll just say that some things happened that really shook up my little world and made me take a good look at what I was doing with my life. I came to find I was being complacent. That inspired me to make some changes, push some boundaries, and try some new things.

First on the list was Parkour. If you've never heard of Parkour it is the art of free-running. In other words these are the guys and gals you see on TV or in movies leaping around buildings like Spiderman! I always wanted to try it and I finally did. Not that I thought it was but that shit sure wasn't easy!! You have to develop great control of your body and remove all fear of falling on your face. The instructors, a group of kids in their early 20's, were supportive of this first-timer and told me in no uncertain terms: "Get up a wall at least 3 times today, that is your goal."
I'm happy to say I conquered said goal...not without some scratches but I did it. Nothing like accomplishing a goal.

The point of this story is to challenge you. What is something you've always wanted to do but haven't done because you've been too afraid of it? We all have something. I can at least cross one more item off my bucket list, though I still have many more to accomplish.

MARCH IS COLON CANCER AWARENESS MONTH

Colon cancer is not as widely recognized as breast cancer or skin cancer but it is just as deadly. Both my parents succumb to it which is why I'm such an advocate of treatment centers. March is colon cancer awareness month and though the month is almost over it is still important to recognize that early detection and treatment of the disease might help save a life...even yours. As a reminder a portion of the proceeds from my novel Lucky Sevens goes to support the Sharon Osbourne Colon Cancer program at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.
Get a good book for a good cause!

Friday, February 27, 2015

In case you didn't know two of my short stories are absolutely FREE to read!

Former army sniper John Phoenix has brought his work home with him. As a
professional hitman he does very bad things to very bad people for very
good reasons. When Phoenix wakes in a pool of his own blood he
finds himself entangled in a deadly plot of gun-running, headed by a
former member of his unit.This time the hit is on the hitman and Phoenix must use everything in his arsenal if he is to survive.A full packed thriller in a convenient snack size!

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” Those were
the last words she spoke to him for tomorrow never came for either of
them. With one stupid, drunken accident the light of his life went out
that night. And with her passing, he wished that the spectre's skeletal
hand that reached out to claim her had taken him too.

Thanatos was a bundle of nerves. If he had
skin it would be crawling. There had been a time in his existence, a
pleasant time, when he need only concern himself with simple, ritual
tasks. Now that The Underworld had gone public his every waking hour
seemed to be a living nightmare, which really didn’t make much sense
considering he was dead. Walking through the office doors of Hellfire & Brimstone Inc,
Thanatos was immediately struck by the chaos of the day, which was
invariably the chaos of every other day. The staff were plentiful, the
work abundant, but no one seemed to be doing any. Telephones were
ringing incessantly, putting an even bigger strain on Thanatos’ aching
head.

Iris was her usual whimsical self. Most
days Thanatos couldn’t decide if that was a bonus or simply another
added aggravation. Today he decided it was an enormous aggravation.
“Good morning, Mr. Death.”
Her cheery greeting set his teeth on edge.
Iris was the Messenger to the Immortals. Her deliveries were
always wing-footed which made her a damn good secretary. But her jovial
disposition was jarringly out of place amongst the tenebrous
surroundings of perpetual death.
“Gee, Mr. Death,” she continued breezily, referring to him for
the umpteenth time as ‘Mr. Death’ despite his numerous protests against
it. “Are you havin’ a bad day?”
“I’m fine, Iris,” Thanatos answered coldly. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Lots of stress, huh?”
“I suppose,” Thanatos replied, trying to sidestep quickly into his office.
“You can tell by the new cracks in your skull,” she called after him.
Thanatos paused and turned on his heel. “New cracks?” he asked in dismay.
“Oh yeah, one of them is running down the side of your cranium
like the mighty Mississippi. But you still look hot to me.”
Thanatos threw back his cloak and ran a bony finger over the
fine, smooth surface of his skull until he found the culprit. It was
jagged and very long, extending almost down to his vertebrae.
“It kinda suits you, sir,” Iris added with a plucky grin.
Thanatos stared back at her, his hollow eye sockets intent on
burning a hole through her grinning face. Finally he said: “I’ll be in
my office. Hold my calls.”

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